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All the while, Mommy slowly works her impossibly large cock into my pussy, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been stretched. There is more pain than pleasure, though there’s enough of the latter for me to grieve the fact that I won’t be allowed even the distraction of an orgasm to ease my torment.
“Look how pretty our baby is, Daddy,” Mommy croons as she fucks me with slow, shallow strokes. “What a beautiful mess she makes.”
“She certainly does.” Affection warms Daddy’s tone as he leans forward to cup my breast in his hand, pinching the nipple in firm grip. “Our naughty little baby. Are you learning your lesson, angel?”
With my mouth still stuffed full of his cock, I can’t answer verbally, so I nod as best I’m able. Luckily for me, that seems to be enough.
“Good girl.” Mommy’s praise washes over me, easing some of the ache in my chest. “We’re going to fuck you now, and it’s going to hurt. But you’re our good girl and you’re going to take it for us. Aren’t you, baby?”
I nod, once, and that’s all it takes for the gloves to come off. Mommy thrusts forward, her giant strap threatening to split me open as she rides me with zero regard for my comfort or my pleasure.
And Daddy is no better. He moves in tandem with Mommy, fucking my mouth with short, furious strokes, his balls slapping against my face with every thrust. Together they claim me, punishing me in the most brutal, primal way imaginable, leaving me to do nothing but lie here and take it.
Like a good fucking girl.
Clinging tight to that thought, I surrender to their discipline. To them. I stop fighting as they both ride me to their mutual climax, their shouts of pleasure filling the air as Daddy’s cum spills down my throat. I choke again, but manage to swallow most of it.
With surprising tenderness, they pull free of my holes and then I’m in Daddy’s arms, being carried… somewhere.
The bathroom, I realize when the sound of running water reaches my ears.
“Such a good Little girl,” Mommy murmurs as Daddy lowers me into the steaming water. “How are you feeling, angel?”
“Owie.” My voice is rough, thanks to the abuse of my throat, and tears immediately well in my eyes.
“Oh, baby.” Concern colors her tone as she reaches for me, swiping the moisture from my cheeks as I choke on a sob. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m n-not a g-good girl!” I wail, pulling my knees to my chest as the tears flow freely now.
Daddy’s rough hand rubs circles over my back while I sob into my folded arms. “You are a very good girl, Kerry. Even good girls have bad days. We still love you, little one.”
His words freeze the air in my lungs. Jerking my head up, I stare at them through watery eyes. “You do?”
Mommy and Daddy smile. “Of course we do, silly girl,” Mommy says, giving my hair a gentle tug. “Why do you think we’re so keen to get your apartment packed up so you can move in with us?”
“I… didn’t really give it much thought.”
Grinning now, Daddy taps a finger against my nose. “Maybe if you’d spent less time throwing a tantrum and more time listening to us, you would have come to that conclusion sooner.”
Shame heats my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I was just upset.”
The amusement flees both of their expressions, replaced by a concern that has my stomach twisting into a giant knot. “Will you tell us why, baby?” Mommy asks softly.
Maybe I should. Maybe I should just come clean with them about everything. They just told me they love me, so maybe they’ll be willing to overlook a little dishonesty.
Or maybe they’ll realize they’re in love with someone who doesn’t exist, and send me packing.
That thought brings on a fresh set of tears. “I don’t know,” I lie, my voice barely a whisper. “I just got scared, I guess.”
“Of moving in with us?”
Mommy sounds so hurt, it makes my stomach clench. “More like, scared of what happens when you see who I really am. What if I move in here and you realize I’m not actually the right Little girl for you?”
Taking hold of my chin, Daddy forces my head up, and when I look in his eyes they’re flashing with righteous fury. “You listen to me, little girl. We love you. There is nothing we could learn about you that would ever change how we feel. Do you understand me?”
I want to believe them so bad it’s an ache in my chest. But I can’t tell them why I don’t believe them, so for now I give them the answer they want to hear. “Yes, Daddy.”
His hold on my face loosens and they both smile at me. “Good girl. Now, we’re not going to hear another word about this nonsense of us getting rid of you. You’re going to choose some bubbles for your bath, and after you’re all nice and clean we’re going to go downstairs and watch a movie.”
